My Dad...

I'm really worried everyone's letting my dad off too easy. He came over tonight for dinner and acted like nothing ever happened. My sister even was laughing and joking around with him. I barely talk to him. I'm still so hurt, I can't look at him. And he's just going to waltz back in here like no big deal I shitted on all of you. I just don't know. He's not my dad anymore. I feel so uncomfortable around him. I mean, of course there's a part of me that wants to give him a chance and let him try, but how many chances can one human being get? When's the point where you draw the line. Well dad, i'm sorry, but you just drew it for me. I'll always love him, but i'll NEVER forgive him. And that's not about to change.